Valorie K. Ruiz

I once had a dream of forever flower fields.
Cloudless skies of blue hydrangea
embraced the wish-granting clover horizon.

Valleys dipped between hills divided by rivers
of azurite and malachite. A starry-eyed girl gathered
handfuls of daisies to crown my troubled mind.

Playful sighs escaped roses colored a red of bitten lips
against a backdrop of the dark marrying the light at
twilight. I recall the dahlias winking with fluttering lashes.

Baby’s breath dotted points of light in the midnight sky
where the moon bloomed white, a calla lily of the night.
Past her, galaxies iridescent with morphing colors of opal.

How the fields tempted me with a floral forever,
but the choice to stay was never mind, and in the morning
I awoke with the smell of sweet pea flower in my hair.